My first trip to a nudist resort was neither casual nor impulsive.

It was a completely studied and planned endeavour. I had been at the nude beach, and was prepared for the nudist social arena. My afterward youthful wife, on the other hand – not so much. Sure, we were naked at home very often; but the prospect of socializing with naked strangers didn’t enthrall her. She had even turned down a skinny-dipping outing with ; and it just would have been the three of us in her secluded pool. My goal became clear: to “sell” a completely stress-free clothes-optional experience to my wife.
So I called the local resort with unique questions: how active was the resort during the spring, how clothing-optional was it for first-time visitors. And I discovered the resort was pretty “slow” on between March and May, and that first-timers were permitted to be clothes-optional. And I managed to “sell” a weekday trip to my wife, with the stipulation that there would be quite few people there, that she’d not be compelled to undress, and we could leave at any point if she so wanted.
We arrived on a weekday morning; I think it was in May. We checked in to a very friendly manager. We returned to our auto; I promptly tossed off my clothes, my wife chosen for a buttoned summer dress. We walked around, investigating the grounds; there were maybe four or five members there, likely residents.

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We went for a brief walk on one of the trails; and that is when I suddenly understood that she’d unbuttoned her dress. She’d discovered the feeling of the cool morning wind! That was actually the sole target I had set that day; for her to at least discover some value to resort nudism. And she’d. But the actual turning point was when we visited the hottub region; at that point she was sold: she needed to get in the hottub. So I ran back to the car, grabbed a couple of towels and came back to find her nude, sitting on the border of the hottub. We got in, relaxed for a while and chose to call it a day. But her attitude leaving the resort was notably distinct from our entry; whereas she was apprehensively clutching her dress out first few minutes there, she was now walking back to the auto with only her towel wrapped around her hips.
That was enough to make it a successful day, as she walked away with a favorable outlook on resort nudism.


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